Xu Mu patted Meng Wanyue’s shoulder lightly. "Wanyue, you’ve had a long day. You should rest here for now."
"Okay."
Meng Wanyue nodded softly.
"You two, come with me."
Xu Mu glanced at Ye Tong and Ye Yu before turning and heading toward the room across the hall.
The sisters exchanged a look, their cheeks flushed. They both lowered their heads like prisoners awaiting punishment and followed Xu Mu.
Meng Wanyue watched as the three of them entered the opposite room.
She lingered by the doorway for a long time.
For some reason, she felt an urge to join them.
She envied Ye Tong and Ye Yu.
A memory surfaced—the last time she got drunk with Ye Tong, and Xu Mu had helped her home.
A thought even crossed her mind: if only Xu Mu had taken advantage of her back then.
That way, their relationship might have deepened.
...
Xu Mu sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
He looked at the two women standing before him and said calmly, "Today, you’re both my maids. Help me relax."
Neither protested, having lost a bet earlier. They stepped forward obediently.
Xu Mu rested his head on Ye Tong’s lap as she gently massaged pressure points on his face.
Ye Yu knelt beside him, kneading his legs.
"Perfect, just like that."
Xu Mu closed his eyes and stretched lazily. After walking so much with them today, he deserved some pampering.
Ye Yu puffed her cheeks slightly. She had imagined something more exciting, but here she was, doing manual labor.
Still, with her sister right there, she figured even her bold brother-in-law wouldn’t dare try anything.
"Alright, give your hands a break. Step on my back instead."
Once satisfied, Xu Mu rolled off Ye Tong’s lap and lay facedown.
"I… I haven’t washed my feet yet," Ye Tong murmured hesitantly.
"Doesn’t matter. I don’t mind. The best liquor is fermented by young girls’ feet," Xu Mu joked.
[Affection +20]
Ye Tong felt a flicker of delight—he still saw her as youthful.
"Sis, me too!"
Ye Yu pulled off her socks and planted her feet on Xu Mu’s back.
Unsteady, the sisters held onto each other to keep their balance.
Ye Yu found it oddly thrilling. In a way, she’d fulfilled a secret wish—stepping all over Xu Mu.
After a while, Xu Mu sent Ye Yu away so he could focus on "business."
Ye Yu smirked. She knew exactly what those two were about to do.
"Sis, keep it down later. Don’t disturb the neighbors," she teased before leaving.
Ye Tong immediately buried herself under the covers in embarrassment.
"Finally, some peace. Now, your real task begins."
Xu Mu looked at Ye Tong and said flatly, "Tie your hair into twin tails."
"Honey, at my age—"
"What about your age? A bet’s a bet!"
Xu Mu cut her off. He’d wanted this for a while.
Ye Tong had an elegant, slightly mature charm—a face that could swing between dignified and doll-like.
But she usually dressed conservatively, leaning into her poised image.
Today, he wanted to see a different side.
Ye Tong’s face burned like a steamed crab, but she complied. A bet was a bet.
When she finished, Xu Mu’s eyes lit up. Hairstyles really made all the difference.
With twin tails, she could pass for a college freshman.
"Man, I’m exhausted."
Xu Mu sprawled out with his arms wide.
Ye Tong remembered how he’d stood up for her in the ancient town earlier that day. Resolved, she climbed aboard.
Xu Mu loved music. If he had to describe twin tails, they were like dancing musical notes.
...
Early the next morning, Xu Mu woke and checked his "Justice Points"—over 2,000 now.
Just as he was about to spin the reward wheel, a message popped up on his phone.
From Feng Yue. Just a few words: "I’ll follow you."
Xu Mu set the phone aside. Her answer didn’t surprise him.
Most women her age, still untouched, were rare. Especially someone as beautiful as Feng Yue, who’d lived on the edge for years.
Her restraint meant one thing: she valued herself too much to sell her body unless desperate.
And now, she was desperate.
That’s when Xu Mu had revealed his power.
Plus, the Xu Family’s triumphant return to Yang City with their weight-loss drug.
Unless she was a fool, she’d pick Xu Mu.
After all, they already had a connection.
"Rewards first."
Xu Mu muttered to himself. He hadn’t expected Feng Kang’s first wife (of the Feng Family) to be from a hidden clan.
He wondered if it was one from Yang City.
He tapped the wheel for a 10-spin. Light flashed as it began rotating.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Obtained 30 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Obtained 20 Attribute Points.]
...
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Obtained a Grade-1 Yang Energy Pill.]
Xu Mu frowned. Another pill?
But a Grade-1 item probably wasn’t valuable.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Obtained 20 Attribute Points.]
...
Soon, the first 10-spin ended.
Almost all were baseline rewards—just the Yang Energy Pill stood out.
He checked its effects first.
His eyes brightened immediately. It replenished yang energy.
For kidney yang deficiency symptoms: sore back, fatigue, erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation.
Instant results, zero side effects.
Long-term use could strengthen the body.
Xu Mu knew this would sell like crazy. The market had similar products, but effective ones usually came with side effects.
The safe ones? Weak results.
But mass production would require no rare ingredients.
Glancing at the still-sleeping Ye Tong, he opened his storage space. While retrieving the Yang Energy Pill, he spotted the Beauty Pill too.
That one could also be mass-produced.
He placed the Yang Energy Pill in his mouth. With his pharmaceutical mastery, the ingredients and refining process flashed in his mind.
Xu Mu nodded. Doable.
No rare ingredients here either. Typical for Grade-1 pills—just common herbs.
An idea struck him: division of labor.
He’d let Feng Yue handle the Beauty Pill production—a hidden move on his part.
The Yang Energy Pill? That stayed with the Xu Family.
"Sht!"
Xu Mu blinked. The pill had dissolved in his mouth.
Too lost in thought, he’d forgotten to take it out.
He felt a surge of heat gathering in his lower body.
"Honey, you're awake."
Ye Tong blinked sleepily at Xu Mu. She had walked just as much as he had yesterday, and after tending to him all night, she was utterly exhausted. Normally, she would have been up long before now.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry!"
Xu Mu's expression turned solemn.
"Huh?"
Ye Tong was completely bewildered. All she could think was—Help!
Meng Wanyue, Ye Yu—someone come and tame him!
...

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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.